Eight months had bred a new nature in him, and when Wabi left it was as if a part of his own life had gone with him.

Spring came and passed, and then summer.

Every mail from Wabinosh House brought letters for the Drews, and never did an Indian courier drop a pack at the Post that did not carry a bundle of letters for Wabigoon.
Then in the early autumn, when September frosts were turning the leaves of the North to red and gold, there came the long letter from Wabi which brought joy, excitement and misgiving into the little home of the mother and her son.

It was accompanied by one from the factor himself, another from the princess mother, and by a tiny note from Minnetaki, who pleaded with the others that Roderick and Mrs.Drew might spend the winter with them at Wabinosh House.
"You need not fear about losing your position." wrote Wabigoon.

"We shall make more money up here this winter than you could earn in Detroit in three years.